I smiled and said yes.With that he stood and removed his clothes and had me get on my knees and start sucking his cock. I felt him grow in my mouth an... it was incredible. And for the next 90 minutes he took me into every room in my house and had me suck his cock and balls in various positions. Any time he was close to cumming he instructed me to only suck his balls and he continued to build a load. I had a feeling that when he blew I would know it.Throughout the adventure David was a master at. Me: Don’t be crazy, its 2.30. Go home in the morning.Divya: You know he is just too much sometimes…Me: Yeah, I know. He is an asshole.It was dark in the living room as we didn’t switch on any lights and there was plenty of moonlight coming from the window. I told her everything that happened with the electricity bill. She told me that he takes her for granted. He has even cheated on her once and she left him.But then they met again after sometime and got back together. We were just bitching. With a chin resting on her shoulder I'd run my hands down her body. Sometimes I'd just go up and down her flanks, never touching a tit or her puss. The two of us could watch ourselves in the mirror. Other times cupping her boobs, I'd comment on her nipple color, "Wonder how tattoos would work, save you all that time in the morning." Every time I said that I could feel mom's ass clench at the thought of having her nipples tattooed. Looking at her in the mirror, I always liked to reach down and. I again think of her comments as she stands in front of me being naked in the dressing room of 5-7-9, my favourite store. I look at her suddenly in a very different way than ever before, she is very, and very sexy I think to myself. Then I wonder oh my God, I am looking at my best friend; which is my mom, again, what is wrong with me?I find a beautiful dress in my size, short and much fitted but I love it. A sexy “Crochet” black number with cut-outs in all the right places. I look at myself in.